A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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AKELE THE HUM OR AKELE HI RAHENGE

AKELE THE HUM OR AKELE HI RAHENGE 

JAYENGE........DOGE TUM BHI SAATH 

D

In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if yo

The Love I Feel

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO

मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,

अपना अहसास बन

My Steps..

Since all my steps are audience of my past,

a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt

kub tak door rahoge tum hum se

kab tak raho gay aakhir yun dur dur tum hum se,

aakhir tum milna hum se ek din zaroor,

KOI DEEWANA THA

Koi Deewana Kehta HaiKoi deewana kehta hai,koi paaga

samajhta hai

magar dharti ki

Best Kinds

The best kinds of people are warm and kind.

They are always there and they never mind.

If I Were King

I often wish I were a King,

And then I could do anything.

 

If only

KHUD KO HEE DHOONDTA HUN

Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,

Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu